I was taking a nap while he snuggled me and played a game on his phone. I was tired and it was the early evening golden hour. I felt so warm and complete after my short nap. I rolled over and he rolled with me, and I woke as he petted me absentmindedly and played his game. He pressed himself against my back side for just a moment, and I returned his motion. Mmm. I was waking up now.

I roused little by little, and my body woke too, and so I went in tiny little increments from a dead sleep to writhing against him. I rolled over and kissed him deeply and then grinned mischievously as I said “Keep playing… I want you to keep playing your game”. He grinned and I undressed him.

I rubbed him and kissed his body, meeting his gaze when his eyes drifted from his game to me. I worked my way down his body, and took him in my mouth… playing with him. I watched him struggle to crush candy. I loved his efforts, in vain, to make a move while I sucked his cock. I’d ease up a bit here and there, watch him try to comply and focus a moment on the game, and I’d do the things he likes, swirl and tease and take him deeper, work my tongue on him until his arm fell and the game rested forgotten on his chest and his head rolled back. I loved playing his body like that, working him up to a pause, not pushing him over the edge.. once.. twice.. again.. again.. again.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I took off the things I’d slept in, and soaking wet, I sank to the hilt. I leaned back and watched his body react to me, his game forgotten on the bed. I locked eyes with him as I built our fever. I flooded quickly, drowning him in me, and loving his expression as he realized I had gushed. Everything was wet, so wet.

I talked to him about how hot it made me to suck his cock, asking him if he could feel how I loved it, saying and feeling things about belonging, and in that moment he was mine and I was his. And when he came, I came again, clenching down on him, feeling him hot and wet. I couldn’t stop, even feeling he was trying to still my hips because he was so sensitive after coming. I ground against him anyway and squeezed him until he was soft. Every nerve in my body floated in a thick delicious pool.

Calmed again after a while, languid, I picked up his game and snuggled to him to watch him crush candy. I petted him and watched him finish and lose his game, but I didn’t feel too badly for him. 😀